Just a Little Murder

Just a Little Murder 2

Just a Little Murder 2
AN: And we have the second. I forgot to state in the first chapter that there are 16 parts to this story. 

Thank you for reading.

I have to say this though: Punctuation and dialogue and grammar...they tweak all my little happy buttons when done right. I'm crying over here because I found an AMAZING story line...but it made me cry with how bad the punctuation is in regards to dialogue is.

I say this: If you're not sure on how to write something, ask a friend who knows. Or ask for help on here. I'm sure there is people out there willing to help. *whimpers*

Sighing as the tapping of computer keys filled his room, he bit at his bottom lip before he wrinkled his nose at the taste of his current lipstick. "Ugh," he muttered, grabbing at his can of soda and washing the taste of lipstick off of his tongue. "Why can't these people make their shit taste as good as it looks?" he complained to his computer. It didn't answer, running the search that he had set it on.

Pouting to it as he watched numbers and faces flash across his screen, he picked up a pen and made a note to buy a much more powerful computer for his information hunts when he could do that. His current baby wasn't working for him any more.

Then again, the wifi that he was using, encrypted to high hell or not, just sucked that much.

Slouching in the hotel chair that sat next to the table he was using as a desk, he crossed his legs as he looked from the laptop screen to his portable magnetic white board. Spread over it was the pictures of the four targets that he was to take care of, and the information that he had on them so far. There hadn't been as much information as he had wanted when he had first run their names, but he had found some threads that he was following.

Still, the lack of information told him that the personas that they presented to the rest of the world was weak, which told him that they hadn't taken the lessons on creating solid personas to heart.

Which was making him feel kind of worried about just who he was going after. It wasn't ever fun to go after someone who could not keep up with him in any way after all.

His attention was drawn towards his computer when it beeped at him, eyes looking at the screen and placing his hand on his external mouse, opening the created information file on his first target. "Name: predictable. Age: Older than she looks, shocking. So called career: seriously? An accountant? ugh, how dull," he snorted, narrowing his eyes at something. "She really has no known Master? Really? What the fuck does that mean, you stupid program?" he snarled.

Placing his fingers back onto the keyboard, careful of his new nails, he started to rapidly type, hunting down any information that the program hadn't been able to find. An hour later, and he had nearly half of a spiral notebook with notes on his first target. Mostly for his own use but to also create his final report with as much information as he could.

He was nearly salivating at the thought of taking her down from the information that he had uncovered.

Her name wasn't her first. Her real name was connected to a past as a trained dominatrix who had been removed from the community outside of a few clubs that were on a list of bad clubs. She had hooked up with a freelancing assassin one night, a guy who wasn't liked all that much, and had done a job or two with him. She found she had a taste for murder and had changed her name, becoming an accountant.

And a freelancing assassin that would take any job out there. And she did it all without any kind of proper training and only the occasional communication with the man who had gotten her into the world.

He despised stupid bitches like her. She gave the rest of them who had trained, and trained hard for years, to get to where they were a bad name. And she wasn't even that good in keeping herself hidden from the eyes of Judgement.

Pulling in a slow breath and letting it out just as slowly, he clicked his tongue and stood. Walking around his table and to his refrigerator, pulling it open and pulling out a smallish bottle of wine. Closing the refrigerator, he picked up a clean wine glass and poured the wine into the glass, tossing the empty bottle away. Once he had sat again, he tasted the drink and smirked, starting to adjust his plans in how he would deal with her stupid ass.

He was now going to show her, in graphic detail, just how a trained assassin who had trained with a Master handled a death. And he was going to do it with so much glee.